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An Empty Handed Visitor


Author: Runes
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An Empty Handed Visitor



Before you die, you're supposed to leave something
behind.
If it's good enough, the world will still talk about it
for hundreds of years after you're gone.

The builders build, the writers write, the dreamers dream
in the hopes of sliding forward on unknown tongues.
Lovers have children, thinking one day they'll remember
who gave them colored eyes.

I don't have anything to leave behind, except bones,
and those will decay soon enough.
People ask, When you die, what do you want to leave
behind?
I merely answer, "The world."




Submitted on 2011-06-11 11:26:03     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  Hey thanks, this is one of those pieces that made feelings flow into parts of me forgotten in the past.. I have to add that reading this provokes a sense of purpose in me, making me feel as though i can leave something behind but kind of makes me also feel that no matter what i leave behind it might not be unique enough to be remembered anyway....
| Posted on 2011-06-15 00:00:00 | by Clayman | [ Reply to This ]
  I know it might seem pretentious but I have some arguments with this piece I thought you might find enjoyable . Although I agree , of the first verse , that exceptional people often devise constructs that outlive them due to the pervasiveness of their impact on conventional thinking , this is not the only way that we (humans) leave a mark . When I moved into the house I'm living in I came to recognize the former inhabitants . It wasn't just the mail that arrived in their name , it was impressions of who they actually were . Good old Madge and Raliegh Smith , who as I understand it both died in this house . I almost feel I knew them . I believe we indell on our environment . Leave lasting impressions on not only the people we encounter , but also on the objects of our proximity . I like to feel that , I actually lived here aimed root clod is a realistic feeling . That my impressions of the planet are realistic cognitive interpretations . You might say that as a dreamer I have reached out and touched my environment . Who knows perhaps these dreams will , of impressionable , ' slide forward on unknown tongues ' . They may never know my name but that doesn't mean I had no impact . More personally I believe I have a feeling for all of my ancestors . Not only my genetic contributors , but also the environments they lived in , people and all . Which brings me to the point of all of this inane ramble . I feel you are a virile and vibrantly fecund individual . You have left a lasting impression on me , and a lot of the people on this site . The way you express ideas will no doubt long outlive your corporeal form . Not only for the people that have read them , but for many others who might glean an inkling of your perceptiveness in a more roundabout fashion . When I was young I had christianity forced on me and one of my biggest arguments was the desire to leave this world in the great rapture and get carried off to heaven . I want to stay . I loved it here . Contrarily it's going to be a very lonely place if people like you just up and leave .

Bruce
| Posted on 2011-06-11 00:00:00 | by monad | [ Reply to This ]
  yes, as rubie said..it is everything yet nothing at all...the world...so ambiguous...

and i will leave just bones....and writers dream of building that which will withstand the test of time.

jacob
| Posted on 2011-06-11 00:00:00 | by jacoberin | [ Reply to This ]
  I love this piece! (the muse has come again, I see....). yes, we all live "in the hopes of sliding forward on unknown tongues". (Wonderful line!!). And the irony in the last line..."merely...the world". It's everything, yet nothing at all. My father once told me that after we're gone, all that remains of us is what those who knew us carry with them in their memories. But I always wondered what happens to those memories of us when those who remembered us are gone??

A terrific, though-provoking write....
| Posted on 2011-06-11 00:00:00 | by rubie | [ Reply to This ]


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